Age Quotes - Page 12

A person gets built and stands for a few years and then nature’s demolition team comes in.

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.

A writer's age at the time of a work's composition is never irrelevant.

What's my age again?

Rather I think that a man who ... is willing ... to value learning as long as he lives, not supposing that old age brings him wisdom of itself, will necessarily pay more attention to the rest of his life.

When you're young you can't work out the age of an adult - they're just quite old, old, or very old.

Chronologically she is twelve, but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.

The good thing about being old is not being young.

Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese

That morning, he was afraid of becoming old, and it was a very specific kind of old age he feared, one which had nothing to do with the number of years since your birth. He feared the premature old age of missed opportunities.

...all she wanted was a button she could push to pause her age, just for a little while, a few years, while she got used to the idea.

CANDLE WISDOM If you knewwhat you will knowwhen your candlehas burnt low,it would greatlyease your plightwhile your candlestill burns bright.

The person contained hundreds of years, but they overlapped, as if the person experienced any number of times at once. I was just thinking, the person said in a silvery voice, I was just thinking that I am not very many years old, but that I am a century wide. I think that I have my literal age but am surrounded in a radius of years. I think that these years of days, this near century of years, is a gift from you. Thank you.

I haven't asked you to make me young again. All I want is to go on getting older.

...a great future behind him, already

What can you say when your husband says: 'You can't expect me to remember your birthday when you never look any older."

I don't ever want to get old. Spare me that. Have you the power? No, even you don't have the power, alas.

The first forty years of life give us the text the next thirty supply the commentary on it.

The young man, who does not know the future, sees life as a kind of epic adventure, an Odyssey through strange seas and unknown islands, where he will test and prove his powers, and thereby discover his immortality. The man of middle years, who has lived the future that he once dreamed, sees life as a tragedy; for he has learned that his power, however great, will not prevail against those forces of accident and nature to which he gives the names of gods, and has learned that he is mortal. But the man of age, if he plays his assigned role properly, must see life as a comedy. For his triumphs and his failures merge, and one is no more the occasion for pride or shame than the other; and he is neither the hero who proves himself against those forces, nor the protagonist who is destroyed by them. Like any poor, pitiable shell of an actor, he comes to see that he has played so many parts that there no longer is himself.

Middle age is when you have met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else and usually is.

The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.

Middle age is when anything new in the way you feel is most likely a symptom.

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.

we are threatened with suffering from three directions: from our body, which is doomed to decay..., from the external world which may rage against us with overwhelming and merciless force of destruction, and finally from our relations with other men... This last source is perhaps more painful to use than any other. (p77)

Life begins at fifty but so does bad eyesight arthritis and the habit of telling the same story three times to the same listeners.

Young men speak about the future because they have no past, and old men speak of the past because they have no future.

We often don't realize the passing of years until we see them in a child.

Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?

I have a friend who likes to date younger women because their stories are shorter. Old men like us, our stories are longer.

Here's a new day. 0 Pendulum move slowly!

When I was very young I was disgracefully intolerant but when I passed the thirty mark I prided myself on having learned the beautiful lesson that all things were good and equally good. That however was really laziness. Now thank goodness I've sorted out what matters and what doesn't. And I'm beginning to be intolerant again.

Everyone dies young.

It's strange how in childhood it feels like tomorrow won't come until the end of forever, but in adulthood it feels like the end of forever could come tomorrow.

Old birds are hard to pluck.

Once we were young, now we are adult.

Forty is the old age of youth fifty is the youth of old age.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

Whether you are aged or weak, you can still serve the Lord

The very old and the very young have something in common that makes it right that they should be left alone together. Dawn and sunset see stars shining in a blue sky; but morning and midday and afternoon do not, poor things.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternatives.

The age of lost innocence varies for each person. Some lose it when they learn that their childhood fantasies are merely myth, while others lose theirs due to trauma. As adults, we often look down our noses at those who manage to retain their innocence; we scoff at these few as being immature or irresponsible. Could it be that we hide our envy behind the cloudy eyes of our lost innocence?

Sometimes there were kids who were simply born to be thirty, or fifty, or seventy; I could see their unfinished teenaged faces overlaid with the transparencies of their aged selves and had to resist telling them so - that the maturity that wanted was going to happen, that someday they would look as completed as they felt, in their fleeting, truest moments.

You can only be twice someone’s age once.

When pain ends gain ends too.

He felt, and not for the first time today, that he had not made a good decision in his personal or professional life since 1989.

Youth is the most suitable age to enjoy the life completely or to work diligently for the life, what you decide makes your rest of the life ordinary or legendary respectively.

That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet, tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my heart sings to meet it, but now I love even more its setting, its long slanting rays and the soft, tender, gentle memories that come with them, the dear images from the whole of my long, happy life -- and over all the Divine Truth, softening, reconciling, forgiving! My life is ending, I know that well, but every day that is left me I feel how earthly life is in touch with a new infinite, unknown, but approaching life, the nearness of which sets my soul quivering with rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy.

ld heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed out in love’s despairTo flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;Wear out the carpet with their shoesEarning respect; have no strange friend;If they have sinned nobody knows.Lord, what would they sayShould their Catullus walk that way?

Time slipped and slid around him, unanchored by any fact that could be verified. Perhaps it did not matter. 'Where does our story take place, and when?' asked Cocteau at the start of Orphée. 'It's the privilege of legends to be ageless. Comme il vous plaira. As you please.

Seniority has nothing to do with intellectuality, your individuality wins the majority or minority, simply because you maintained the status quo of your peculiarity.

There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

Middle age is youth without its levity And age without decay.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoes and wonder what else you can do while you're down there.

Old age is like everything else to make a success of it you got to start young.

What can ever equal the memory of being young together?

Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, ‘We must know, we shall know!’, and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it.

Now, five years is nothing in a man's life except when he is very young and very old...- Wang Lung

All your convictions come back to mock you when you reach a certain age.